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Ammo, fuel, personnel--I manage everything on this ship with one thing in mind: making sure you have the support you need, Helldiver.
~ Ship Master

The Ship Master is the chief of staff aboard the Super Destroyer. As an officer of the SEAF logo S.E.A.F. Navy, she is in charge of coordinating the Super Destroyer's crew during missions in order to deploy all the stratagems that the Helldivers Companion Helldivers request during deployment.

General Notes

I give every crew member a half day off on Liberty Day. Some things are sacred, even on the front.
~ Ship Master

Between deployments, the Ship Master monitors the crew's behavior and well-being, making sure that the Super Destroyer is well maintained and supplied and making sure that the crew is efficient and remains with high morale.

According to the Helldiver Contract of Employment, the Ship Master is also directly responsible for transferring command of the Super Destroyer to the next eligible Helldivers Companion Helldiver, once the previous Helldiver has been killed or their contract terminated.

It can be safely assumed that the Ship Master is the superior officer of the Service Technician, and is equal in rank to the Democracy Officer and the Helldivers Companion Helldivers themselves.

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Hail Super Earth.
I hate Socialism.
Note to self: iron trousers.
Nice and cold in here.
Super Destroyer crew assignments are some of the most sought-after in the fleet. Everyone wants to be on a Helldiver's destroyer.
The enemies on the battlefield are one thing, but at least they're out in the open. It's the traitors among us I truly hate.
I haven't set foot on Super Earth myself, but I've heard it's even more spectacular in person.
Even though the First Galactic War ended almost 100 years ago, we're still enjoying the freedom those heroes fought and died for. Maybe in another 100 years, our descendants will be doing the same.
Everyone knows Cyberstan has been a rehabilitation facility for the Cyborg Emblem 2 Cyborgs since the First Galactic War. What a lot of people don't realize is just how many patriotic citizens it takes to keep an operation like that afloat. We will avenge every last one of them.
The election is coming up. Even in the midst of war, Managed Democracy stands strong.
The Democracy Officer is here to optimize our Citizenship. We're lucky, we should always strive to be the best Citizens we can be.
If the Terminids had stayed on the Element-710 farms where they belonged, all this bloodshed could've been avoided.
I was just thinking: warping across the Federation like this would be impossible without Element-710. Which... comes from the bugs themselves. Their own corpses are fueling the creation of more corpses. Something satisfying about that.
The average Helldiver mission approaches the cost of a Liberty-class Cruiser. Just goes to show how critical our mission is to the war effort.
When I get exhausted, I just think of all the brave Super Earth colonists out there settling new planets. They do their part, and we do ours.
There's no day-night cycle on board these ships. I like to imagine it's always morning, with a whole day of defending Freedom ahead of me.
This ship will never visit most of our planets. Why? Because they aren't under attack. And with you here, they'll stay that way.
Keep up the good work, Helldiver. Once we win, the planets we're over will finally be allowed to prosper. Like the rest of the Federation.
Liberty rests on your shoulders, Helldiver. I know you can bear the weight.
I'm sure you've wondered how voting works on a Destroyer. Don't worry--our terminal is top-of-the-line. Latest algorithm and everything.
The bots are proof that if you put enough 1s and 0s together, you can threaten the entire galaxy.
You know, the cost of one stratagem is more than most citizens make in a year. You can see why they only entrust the to Helldivers.
Stay vigilant, Helldiver. Complacency plays right into the hands of dissidents.
You know, this destroyer has enough ordnance to level a small moon. I've done the calculations myself.
The more we fight, the more it becomes clear that our enemies will never accept our way of life. It's us or them.
I thought we had a lot of planets when I was a kid, but we've settled dozens more since then. A few generations from now, and the entire Milky Way will be one united Democracy
Keeping things running around here isn't easy, but if that's how I can best serve Liberty, I'll do it gladly.
Each mission puts this crew at risk. But everyone here would gladly give their lives to preserve Democracy.
Some of the crew like to talk about what they'll do when the war's over. I don't allow that sort of thing, we need to focus on the fight.
Ammo, fuel, personnel--I manage everything on this ship with one thing in mind: making sure you have the support you need, Helldiver.
I give every crew member a half day off on Liberty Day. Some things are sacred, even on the front.
Here's the problem with the bots, Helldiver: Their whole society revolves around violence. If they actually won the war, they'd have no idea how to function.
You know, the problem with the bugs is that they're relentless expansionists. In their region of space, we've found them on nearly every planet we've settled.
The bugs are basically and out-of-control pest. And you're the exterminator.
If you've got any Medals or Super Credits, you can spend them in the Acquisition Center. That's where they sell the fancy stuff.
01000001 01001000. That was the first intercepted bot message. Our analysts think it means "Kill all humans." (binary: AH)
The Super Earth Icon DSS... it's like a Super Super, Super Destroyer.
The DSS is so large, it's run by 10 Ship Masters. Can you imagine?
The logistics involved in running the DSS... I could think about it all day.
With the DSS around, this planet will be free in no time.
The Illuminate are finally out in the open. Good. I prefer a head-on fight.
Hey, Helldiver. Wanna hear something crazy? I heard that in the old days, every work of art belonged to the artist who made it. Can you imagine? Now, of course, art is all converted to data and then replicated over and over. Far more efficient.
I heard there was talk of a strike on Prosperity Falls. Something about their work being replicated without their consent... hopefully they'll crack down on them soon.
Super Earth under attack. It doesn't seem real, does it?
Super Earth is our home. Even if none of us have ever lived there before... we could, someday. That's why we can't lose this fight.
Super Earth's population is concentrated in the Mega Cities. That's where we'll be fighting.
We're with you, Helldiver. All the way.
We did it, Helldiver. We saved Super Earth. Both of us, working together.
I've never been more proud to serve alongside you.
The Illuminate have retreated. Now it's time to make them pay.
The Super Destroyer is fully upgraded... this is the happiest day of my entire life.
Terminid scientists say the Gloom facilitates bug communication across the vastness of space. Nothing complicated - just simple signals, like "food here" or "danger," or "I hate Freedom." Stuff like that.
Bug swarm intelligence is easy to misunderstand. No single bug is smart by itself, but by coordinating as a whole, they can exhibit suprisingly sophisticated behavior. Almost like they're all individual neurons making up one giant brain.
Terminids exhibiting swarm intelligence shouldn't come as a surprise. Even regular Super Earth ants can solve some group puzzles faster than scientists. Well, they used to be able to. Those ants have all been exterminated.
Yeah, so much for "swarm intelligent" bugs. Not so smart after all. We're way smarter... way smarter.
Gloom levels have dropped for the first time since it appeared. This might be easier than we thought. But we can't get cocky.
I've been keeping an eye on Citizen Security Surveys. They're looking up. Thanks to our efforts to push back the Gloom, no doubt.
If this new variant of E-710 proves useful, we may be perched on the precipice of a new Golden Age of interstellar travel. And from that precipice, the future looks bright; we need only spread our wings, and dive.
Element-710 is what allowed Super Earth to spread beyond our Solar System. So just imagine where Element-711 could take us.
We've never been able to make Dark Fluid before; all we ever had was liberated from the Illuminate. That's what makes E-711 so exciting.
"Operation Free Space". Now that sounds like something worth doing.
It's been a 3-on-1 fight for months now. The Star of Peace should even the odds a bit.
I hope I get to see the Star of Peace in action.
It's finally time, Helldiver. The Star of Peace is almost ready.
A ship without a Service Technician is like a Helldiver without... without a... well, it's good to have her back.
Professional Development Training can be tough as nails, but I knew out Service Technician could do it.
When the whole Service Technician corps got sent to training at once, I knew there must have been a good reason. And I was right: support for a workers strike is no small matter. That kind of talk is a gift to our enemies.
A Helldiver needs a strong, solid ship crew to be able to deliver maximum devastation. What would we have done without our Service Tech, eh? For longer than we've already been without her, I mean.
Hell, one day our Service Tech might even beat my Dedication Score. Heh, wouldn't that be something?
With the Bastion Tanks back in action, we'll be just like the Helldivers from the First Galactic War, you and I. We'll be unstoppable.
We're advancing on Cyberstan, just like in the good old days. It won't be easy. Unless we take on easy operations. But even then, they won't be as easy as they would have been, otherwise.
No matter what they're hiding on Cyberstan, we'll uncover it.
This is just like the good old days, right Helldiver? Blazing a trail straight into the Den of Dissidence, like our forefathers, armed only with the courage in our hearts and the artillery at our command.
Deep in contested territory... feels right, eh Helldiver?
Behind enemy lines, limited Destroyer support. Finally a challenge, eh Helldiver?
Cyberstan used to be a good planet, you know? Wasn't called "Cyberstan" back then, of course.
Cyberstan... That sure is one ugly planet. But we'll give it the cosmetic surgery of Freedom, won't we, Helldiver?
Look at what they've done to this planet. Exploiting every inch of it, leeching its oil, destroying the local flora to build their ugly infrastructure... Makes me sick.
So, the masterminds behind the Automatons reveal themselves at last. The Cyborgs thought they could catch us by surprise, huh? Well, we could smell their joint grease a galaxy away.
As if we didn't know the Cyborgs were behind it all! We should broadcast THAT to Cyberstan. Can't have those oil-soiled dissidents thinking they got one over on us.
Did you spit on Cyberstan for me?
Stay alert in those Illuminate ruins, could be all sorts of propaganda down there. Don't look, just blow them up.
These Exostorms... the Illuminate are messing with the natural order of things again. We gotta nuke that out of them.
All this time, these old ruins had the capacity to create Exostorms. Sure puts all those school trips into perspective.
These ancient Illuminate ruins are an important part of our heritage. Through them, our forefathers are immortalized; the forefathers who bombed these xenophobic temples into the ground.
Those Exospires sure are ugly. Nothing a civilized species would build. Need more flags, for one.
By desecrating these ruins, the Illuminate are robbing our Museums of Dissidency before they have even been built. How will our children learn about the horrors of Xenophobia?
Who knows what sort of pseudo-intellectualism could be lurking in those Illuminate ruins... and the damage it could do to our way of life.
When the Illuminate raise their Exospires, they affect the fabric of spacetime somehow. Won't they ever stop trying to manipulate forces they don't understand?
So, this was the Illuminate plan. A shadow cast over our Galaxy, where Liberty's light can't reach.
An Illuminate void, full of nothing, no light, no truth... Just pure darkness.

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